Ken Rosenberg: No! Absolutely not! I'm still screwed! Absolutely screwed, but at least now I'm in the right frame of mind. What the fuck are we going to do? Any minute now, some Mafia bullet is going to splatter my brains all over the wall! My wall, my beautiful wall...

Ken Rosenberg: Oh, that's a great idea, Tony, but you know what? It ain't going to work, OK? Not this time... (mumbles)

Carl Johnson: Look, man, relax, get a grip...

Ken Rosenberg: Yeah, you're right, I need to get a grip!

Carl Johnson: Take control...

Ken Rosenberg: Yes, grab the bull by the horns!

Carl Johnson: And show everybody who's boss...

Ken Rosenberg: I'm the boss! I-am-the-boss!

Carl Johnson: Alright then!

Ken Rosenberg: All right! Let's tear this town up!

Carl Johnson: That's what I'm sayin'! So, where we going?

Ken Rosenberg: Details, details! Let's just get there!

Kent Paul: Rack them up, Maccer. What's the matter with you?

(Carl and Ken hop on a vehicle)

Carl Johnson: OK, boss man, where to?

Ken Rosenberg: We're going to pay the Sindacco's a visit. See how Johnny is, win him over with some (sniff) kind words during his convalescence. I've gotta get out of this game. Shit, my nose is pissing like a race horse (sniff). That is really good stuff. Hey drive faster, would you please? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, what are you, an old lady?

Carl Johnson: So you trying to get out?

Ken Rosenberg: Yes. God, yes. I want to do something safe and legal and boring, with people that like me. And have a wife and some kids and get divorced and fight for weekend access, like everybody else.

Carl Johnson: Listen. I'll see what I can do.

Ken Rosenberg: Thanks, I'm just so tired of all this life or death bullshit. (sniff) Oh, shit, shit's all down my (sniff) damned shirt, and everything. Oh, that's my best shirt too, doesn't this shirt look good on me?

Ken Rosenberg: OK, let's get this over with. I'm the boss, I am the boss! I'm the boss, I am the boss! Yeah, (sniff) yeah...

(Carl and Ken enter the abattoir, Carl hangs beck)

Ken Rosenberg: What's going on? You forget something?

Carl Johnson: No - look, you go on in, I'm gonna wait.

Ken Rosenberg: Look, you gotta come with me this once. If I pull this off, I can carry on, I know I can, but please, you gotta come with me - I'm gonna squirt my ass all over the floor! Just this once pleasepleasepleaseplease...